The Hour of Truth

There's this TV show on over here called Hodin Prava, or Hour of truth. Basically what they do is go to some poor person with gob loads of little rug rats running around and offer to give them a wagon load of new stuff like computers, cars, kitchens, bikes, and toys. So the wife and kid get all excited and then they tell the feller that all he has to do to win it is learn to do something near impossible and they give him a week to learn it, all the while his woman and kids is filming him failing time after time and then everybody laughs at him.

Now, I just don't get what makes people watch this here kind of show. I mean do folks really think it's right? Now you can't tell me the people watch it to cheer the poor feller on anymore than you can tell me people go to the figure 8 races to hope there's no crash. What kind of evil person likes to see kids cry, dreams crushed like a Bud-Lite can, and fellers humiliated?

So, ol' Honza had to learn how to ride a unicycle while juggling and singing that song from the Opera, Kill the wabbit. The haul the whole klan out on the stage and show them the prizes and the kids all go crazy dreaming of all them pretty new toys and the Missus that new dishwasher and washing machine.
The host goes up to the little one and says, “Hey there little Drubezinka, look what you can have if your Pa can just do this one little task. Then they give the poor guy about 2 minutes to do it in and of course he can't. Then little drubezinka is all bawling and everybody hates Honza. Sure they try to say, “Oh, that's ok Pa, we know you tried. But they is really saying what a loser he is.

I reckon families stay together about two months after one of these shows before Mrs. Honza finds herself a non-loser and the kids migrate with her and ol' Honza starts living in the hospoda drinking his bread. He loses his job and becomes homeless.